BABYDOLL XS

Saturday, July 04, 2009

' Saturday, July 04, 2009

Most of our lives are a series of images,
They pass us by like towns on a highway.
But sometimes a moment stuns us as it happens
And we know that this instant is more
than a fleeting image.
We know that this moment, every part of it,
Will live on forever.

There will be nothing more chaotic and tousled than a human's life. On any night when the voice of the crow withdrew us from our peaceful rest, the darkness caused us to think about how disordered our lives are, and what falls in, did not exactly follow according to plan. We will heaved the heaviest sigh, with large weight of remorse, on how we wished we could discard the pieces in our lives that has remind us how vulnerable we were. We could select the prettiest pictures and place it next to each other like its another form of art. But this wouldn't make sense at all. This is life, and the most exquisitely quality picture would be the ones who has countless number of heart-throbbing pieces. A beautiful mess.

I miss you terribly that I just want to jump down from the plane and parachute to your place. Often, we will realise the importance of someone in our lives only when they've walked down the hallway with fists clenched to their hearts, closed the door and vanish in search for other elements of happiness. Due to extreme fragility, rose the refusal to state the unsaid things that could leave one ponder till whenever. Is this strength sufficient to reignite the sparks once more?

If we had destroyed something special once, then attempt to restructure it to be as special, it won't be special anymore.

A typical weekend night dinner under the city light with lovelings with ridiculously insane antics still stands as the best method to getaway. And as the stars begin to speak after 12 hour of silence across the sky, we talked about putting on our running shoes and chase for what we call dreams. It's those classic 1989 punkrock songs that replayed in the back of my mind every two seconds. It's the endless double-dudes piggy backs attempts. It's the sudden tingle of exhiliration when we silently revealed each others' talents. It's the rugby jock on the right, the sophiscated doll on the left. It's the skater dude right behind, and the sexy singer right infront. Individuals who hold assorted personalities contributed different crackers which produce contrary lights. When it all fires up and burnt together above our heads, were the most thrilling. Let's toast for the amazing bonds and the quality of hearts we've folded together throughout these times.

You don't neccessarily need diamonds in your hair, or a Dolce & Gabbana's to look good. Place your palms on your left chest. That's where people judge how good-looking you are.

Y Behind the cameras off set

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

' Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I wish I had kept it all
I wish I had records of all the things
we've said to each other,
just to make sure they aren't a figment of my imagination,
just to make sure they were real.

It's definately those moments when you drive around observing the city lights with a car full of crazy friends. When you clutch your fists against your chest, gasping for air between each laughs with tears falling at 2.35am. Their usual antics felt like the world completely change to a circus. It's those time when you have nothing at all, but everything in the world to talk about, even Genna's Mac lipbalm color could cause a silly debate among two. That second, for a split second, it feels like this is the way things should be happening. Laughters and ecstacy. For that split second, we forget any sort of things that bothers. We forget about school, about work, about screwed love stories, and about all the things in the world that matters the most which had turned 70% of the Earth population to be a viciously materialistic and competitive individual, who never gets done with jealous. Who we care about would be the two sitting right next to you. Cos they're the only ones that you need all these times, those two right next to you. The ones that told you you could fly even when you were just merely pushing off both your feet from the ground.

It was last few nights I tumbled upon an old phone with text messages you once sent to me. I used to regard that as the main essential for my bed time stories - our silly little games. I knew those times were not right, but it just felt so good. Take a look at where are we at now, we're as far away as heaven is from hell. What filled me in for now would just be the tracks we used to share from our endless favourite movies.

How much we deny that nothing bothers, we're actually attempting to lie to ourselves. Often young people hide things, never say things in order to sound cool and stronger then they can never be. What makes you think we never creep out to the rooftop at any random night leaning back on our elbows watching the starless sky? In one corner of our hearts picturing a light would dazzle through to amaze, prognosticating a certain level of hope for a miracle. It's just an empty hopeless nights when we could hit the rewind, listen its the playback. Of the old records and soundtracks of the story of our lives. Thinking about the chances that we blew, and the opportunities that we screwed. But as the dawn starts to fall in, as the birds starts to chant, we will never be able to mend those done things again. Because whatever we have blewed, everything we have screwed, forms every detail of who we are now. And if it wasnt because of the failures from our deep desire to succeed, we could not have been where we have been.

I wish life could let us walk a little slower.

Y Behind the cameras off set

BUKAN AHLIAN, IT'S PRINCESS ♥

Hello. My name is TIKA SHERRA

Easily recognised as Babydoll XS, or Tikos.

I have issues. Strange issues, the sort that speaks absurdity all the time and you have no slightest idea what is going through her demented mind that you wished you could grab the oversized Spongebob Squarepants toy from Toys R Us and stuff it in my mouth in less than half a second. According to the humble opinion of people, I lived somewhere out of the universe where stars CAN fall on your laps, flowers can bloom beautifully within 5.32 seconds once you snap your fingers the right way. Sadly my body is trapped in the reality of the cruel world known as the Earth. But I am here for a reason. I will tell you why. I am here to make ordinary dreams extraordinary. I am here to make history more exciting, more frenzied, more beautiful then any history book ever written that you have ever read. I dont believe knowing oneself just through 8 digits. It's a total shit. In Spring I make full use of the vintage butterfly net catcher at a garden placed at one end of Mississippi to capture lustful looking butterflies and gently place them in a large glass jar. By noon, the glass jar will be filled with amazing colours that flickers radiantly under the afternoon sunshine. I bet you will be amused by the display of my overwhelming contentment once I carefully lift the lid. Wouldn't your worries be washed away by the magic of the elegance floating across the air? I assure a hundred dollars that you would be NEVER regret by the sight of it. I believe in magic, maybe not the magic where magicians shoved a rabbit in his infamous hat and 2 seconds later the animal turn into colorful confetties, but more of serendipity. Like when you are searching for something all these years but suddenly you find something totally different, but it gives you more bliss than what you thought you were looking for. Life doesnt go the Harry Potter way, you couldnt go around waving your wand at the cookie jar in your demanding 'Accio cookie jar' voice and the next second its flying towards your way and the next its in your hands. Things dont revolve around you, no matter how richer you are then Paris Hilton. I have a level of obsession on novels and dramas that had filth my mind and suck up my capability of identifying whats fiction and real. I would call you in the middle of the night blabbering my grandmas stories and how I pictured it would be if we could slide down the rainbow and add glitters to it, I BElieve it hold a more profound meaning to some wishful youths like me. Sometimes I feel like being friends with Timmy Turner, then shove a little self-esteem so that he wouldn't just start every sentence with 'I wish' and get dependable with Cosmo and Wanda instead of getting his bums up conducting what he wished for. IN my world, everyone is a pony. We people are ponies. We eat rainbows and poop extremely cute pixies to LOVE. Isn't life great?

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Meet my boyfriend.

The person who is more than willing to spent all his summertime on a hot air balloon with you, who teases you beautiful under the snowfall and picks every color of bloom roses in spring just to see you jump with excitement. He'd bring you hot chocolate with colourful marshmellows upon hearing you have a fever of 37 degrees and make you peanutbutter with raspberry jelly waffles before classes knowing you often skip breakfast. He would say what he meant, and meant what he says even if its a sentence make up of three words. He can almost make your heart burst by saying those devoting things. Every breath that he takes, you know he's thinking of you. At times, you and him can argue how sexy Ashton Kutcher is in a pair of G string but still hold hands and doesnt involve much tears. Even though he lives in a house full of roadsigns and all of his homemates and himself walks around the house with sissy boxers, you're still certain that he only loves you. He will still call you 'Hey Sexy' or 'Hey Beautiful' despite knowing you certainly do not look pulchritudinous with Mrs Henry's brownies stuck in between your front teeth. At Saturday evenings he'd bring you down to Laguna Beach, California with his fantastical convertable just to catch the Sunset with you. If your feet feels hurt after a three hour shopping along 791 Madison Avenue all the way to 280 Mott Street, he would willingly let you wear his runners and he wears your pair of Donna Karan's wedge. He doesnt care if a million eyes staring and the fact that you can still laugh at him when he does you a big sexy favour. He doesnt care, doesnt care at all because he wants you to feel pleasantly happy. He will write plenty of songs with his friends and let the whole world know how much you mean to him, just like how much a slice of Oreo Cheesecake mean to you (:

i want that.
but the secret is, these men only exists in atikahsyahirah's fantasy. Story of my life :/

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